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March 20, 2024
Six Mile Cypress Slough
Come autumn bald cypress trees
drop their leaves in the swamp
decompose, split their flesh
in the murky, opaque water.
Everything is cypress knees and long shadows.
Then, in December, an errant shaft of sunlight
dances across the darkness
and all sparkles into color
of pearl, rose, clay, vermillion.
Everything is rainbow.
A tale of winter
becomes a tale of hope.
12 lines
Prompt: Hope
Pholarchos Tarot--12--Hanged One--Allow control to flood away
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